Jonathing
Über Member
- Location
- Birmingham
I was dropped by the club after less than twenty miles, on the flat (relatively flat, it is the peak district). Only after I'd bailed and the club were out of sight I realised my brake was rubbing, I wasn't as unfit as I thought. I turned off to go practice some hills (quite an easy task around here) only to have a spoke break on the first significant hill. A nice chap called Ian stopped to see if I was OK and offered to show me some new routes as my knowledge of the roads around here is pretty basic. For the next 40 miles I'm fairly sure he was trying to kill me. I made my excuses and let him ride on at his own pace as I pootled home. For some reason I decided to check out a climb in Froggat which very nearly finished me off, if that's only 20% at the top then I'm a Dutchman. I got in just as it began to rain.